Brian/Justin
NC-17
“This
is good,” Brian smiles across the dimly lit dinner table.
“Glad you like it,” Justin gives a small smile, takes a sip of red wine and
runs his sock-covered foot up Brian’s bare calf.
Brian chuckles a little, “Footsy huh? Isn’t that a little domestic?” Brian runs
his bare foot up Justin’s leg letting his toes play on the inside of Justin's
thigh as he takes another bite of salmon.
Justin shivers thanks to Brian’s foot work. He never liked feet until Brian,
now he’s got something of a fetish, but only for a certain pair.
Brian works his toes higher, pushing the khaki shorts Justin has on up into his
crotch. Justin does a great job of pretending he doesn’t notice for about four
minutes. Then his youth betrays him and he gets a hard-on despite his
half-assed effort not to.
Brian smiles, happily chewing, as he runs the ball of his foot gently over
Justin’s balls. He watches the blond’s eyes cloud over in lust. He hears
Justin’s fork fall on his plate. He feels the kid’s pulse through the underside
of his erection.
Brian thinks Justin is beautiful when he’s getting turned on. He gets this
wanton look that does it for Brian. Glass eyes and open mouth and panting
tongue.
Brian increases the pressure a little and watches Justin’s hands fly under the
table, wrapping around Brian’s ankle. Justin spreads his legs and sinks lower
in the chair, moving Brian’s foot to an angle that makes his eyes roll back in
his head. Justin moans and Brian forgets they’re supposed to be eating dinner.
Brian pulls back his leg, shoves out his chair and is on the floor with his
face in Justin’s lap in less than ten seconds. Shorts unzipped and dick in his
hand, Brian swallows a laugh about how easy Justin is.
He sucks, nips, blows, lick, bites (just a little) until Justin has his eyes
closed, head back and can no longer stay quiet. He sucks Justin off for a good,
long time and finally, finally let’s the kid come when the begging becomes two
shades past desperate.
Spent and smiling and trying to breathe normally, Justin leans down to kiss
Brian. The flick of his tongue and the warmth of his lips is a way to say thank
you and to taste himself on Brian’s tongue.
When Justin pulls back he opens his eyes and smiles at Brian, still on his
knees on the floor.
“That was great,” Justin sighs quietly, “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” Brian stands up and kisses Justin’s temples. Then adds,
“I’ll do the dishes if you help me clear the table.”
**
“What the fuck?” Brian’s voice is hoarse and panicked, sitting straight up in
bed his eyes take a few moments to adjust to the dark. He feels a warm,
familiar hand on his back.
“Brian, what’s wrong?” Justin’s groggy and disoriented but trying to sit up.
“Shit,” Brian sighs, running hands over his face. His chest heaving a little as
he tries to shake off the dream. “Bad dream I guess.” He lies back down and
assesses Justin, now wide eyed and genuinely concerned.
He runs a hand up Justin’s thigh, “We were eating dinner and I gave you a blow
job and…fuck, it was just too weird.”
Justin laughs at his often-bizarre lover, “It’s over now, you’re safe in bed,
most certainly NOT giving me a blow job. Though we could change that if you
want to work through your fears.”
Brian laughs and then grabs Justin, rolling him on to his side so they can
spoon, a term Brian loathes. In minutes Justin is sleeping again, but Brian
stays awake for hours trying to rationalize his nightmare.
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